From hands of the cursed empress
Those meager means and skeleton claws
In my haven of little lilacs
I build these dolls for humans
First a wobbly head, a plastic neck
With flesh I form chests
Around waists of clay
Make long legs and arms
From spindles of wire
I carefully mold the curves
Shape feet and hands
A little nose, fragile ears
Lips to speak and sing
Hollow sockets to see the world
And set her in a magic fire
Patience child, you'll see her soon
And now, with wrings of marbles and paint of blood grapes
Dye of blue tears and orange of many skies
I gift her color
And then, gathering strands of hair
I poke them in, one by one
Curling the locks, leaving not a spot of head bare
And finally, I find a bottle
Of magic, white and clear
Gloss her eyes
Fit her in an indigo dress
And sleep short of dreams
From hands of the cursed empress
Those meager means and skeleton claws
In my haven of little lilacs
I build these humans for dolls
